, the new Abraham/Esther Hicks book.
Let's say you're walking down a dark deserted inner city street late at night. That may not be something you normally do but let's say you're
doing it anyway. I fine misty rain is falling and the moon is hidden by clouds. The only light is from streetlights and the occasional lighted windows of the
tenement buildings you're walking past. There is no traffic on the streets and no pedestrians walking. There is graffiti spray-painted on the buildings
and trash lying about on the sidewalk and in the street. Aside from the noise your shoes make on the sidewalk, you hear arguing coming from occasional
windows as well as indistinguishable music. Every now and again you hear a barking dog or a screeching cat. The smell of trash is sometimes interrupted by
the smell of food. You hear police sirens and occasional gun shots and as you pass an alleyway you smell urine. You pass a tattoo shop that is closed but its
neon sign is still on. You hear the buzz of the sign and you watch the electric colors reflect off of the wet sidewalk.
You're really in a foul mood as you walk down the street. Your lover just left you to run away with your best friend and earlier that day you just got laid off from your job. Futhermore, your car just died and was in the shop (that's why you're walking). And you also just found out that your father just cut you out of his will and your 18-year-old son just got arrested for armed robbery--and he blames you for it. Your 16-year-old daughter, sporting yet another new body piercing, just announced that she's pregnant and she has no earthly idea who the father is. On top of all that your dog just died and your cat ran away from home. And if your son being in jail wasn't bad enough you also just learned that your stock broker is also in jail and you don't really have that stock portfolio that you thought you had. On top of all that the plumbing at your house is backed up and the plumber can't come out until next week. Mirroring that, you're a little constipated and don't feel too good.
Like I said, you're not in a very good mood. All you can think about are all the problems that have suddenly beset you. You keep running them over and over in your mind trying to figure out how things went awry. You wonder how things could possible be any worse. You look up into the sky and curse but there is nothing to curse to but the blackness and the rain falling into your eyes.
Suddenly, since you are looking up into the sky instead of where you're going, you stub your toe on some object lying in the middle of the sidewalk. While your toe sends instant pain messages to your noggin, you curse again. You stop your walking to let the pain in your toe subside when you notice what your toe ran into. It's an old metal lantern that was now on its side with a fine white mist coming out of its side. You wonder what kind of a lantern it could be but soon you forget the lantern and concentrate on the fine white mist coming out of it.
As the mist billows up into the air it starts to turn into the shape of a man. Soon the man is about 12 feet tall. He is bare-chested and bald with an earring in one of his ears. He's wearing billowy pants and he quickly folds his arms across his chest. You are briefly reminded of Mr. Clean from the TV commercials except this misty fellow is not exactly blue. He's more white but he also reflects all the various lights and colors from the dingy neighborhood. You're thinking, "What the hell?"
And if it couldn't get any weirder, the misty bare-chested man suddenly starts talking. In a very deep voice with a hint of a foreign accent he says, "Your wishes are my command."
You are officially freaked out yet you are able to respond coherently, "Are you a genie?"
The misty fellow winked, "Yes, I am. And I am here to grant you five wishes."
You furrow your brow and turn your head to the side, "Don't genies usually grant three wishes?"
"That's an old wive's tale," responded the misty one, "most genies grant unlimited wishes but your storytellers wanted to keep things limited so they always said three. I would grant you unlimited wishes except that I'm in a hurry. I've been waiting a few thousand years to get out of that lantern. So you have five minutes to come up with five wishes and then I'm outta here." (His accent seemed to change.)
Now suddenly you're in shock. Your mind was totally preoccupied with what was wrong with your life but now suddenly you've got to thing about what you truly want more than anything. You only have five minutes to change your thinking from what was wrong and what you didn't want to what you truly desire more than anything. You don't have much time to think about it. You only have five minutes to come up with your five biggest desires. Can you change your thinking from all the negativity you had been focused on to your five most deepest desires in five minutes?
"Oh, and by the way," the genie added, "your wishes can only be for yourself and not for anyone else."
How do you respond to the genie?
You're really in a foul mood as you walk down the street. Your lover just left you to run away with your best friend and earlier that day you just got laid off from your job. Futhermore, your car just died and was in the shop (that's why you're walking). And you also just found out that your father just cut you out of his will and your 18-year-old son just got arrested for armed robbery--and he blames you for it. Your 16-year-old daughter, sporting yet another new body piercing, just announced that she's pregnant and she has no earthly idea who the father is. On top of all that your dog just died and your cat ran away from home. And if your son being in jail wasn't bad enough you also just learned that your stock broker is also in jail and you don't really have that stock portfolio that you thought you had. On top of all that the plumbing at your house is backed up and the plumber can't come out until next week. Mirroring that, you're a little constipated and don't feel too good.
Like I said, you're not in a very good mood. All you can think about are all the problems that have suddenly beset you. You keep running them over and over in your mind trying to figure out how things went awry. You wonder how things could possible be any worse. You look up into the sky and curse but there is nothing to curse to but the blackness and the rain falling into your eyes.
Suddenly, since you are looking up into the sky instead of where you're going, you stub your toe on some object lying in the middle of the sidewalk. While your toe sends instant pain messages to your noggin, you curse again. You stop your walking to let the pain in your toe subside when you notice what your toe ran into. It's an old metal lantern that was now on its side with a fine white mist coming out of its side. You wonder what kind of a lantern it could be but soon you forget the lantern and concentrate on the fine white mist coming out of it.
As the mist billows up into the air it starts to turn into the shape of a man. Soon the man is about 12 feet tall. He is bare-chested and bald with an earring in one of his ears. He's wearing billowy pants and he quickly folds his arms across his chest. You are briefly reminded of Mr. Clean from the TV commercials except this misty fellow is not exactly blue. He's more white but he also reflects all the various lights and colors from the dingy neighborhood. You're thinking, "What the hell?"
And if it couldn't get any weirder, the misty bare-chested man suddenly starts talking. In a very deep voice with a hint of a foreign accent he says, "Your wishes are my command."
You are officially freaked out yet you are able to respond coherently, "Are you a genie?"
The misty fellow winked, "Yes, I am. And I am here to grant you five wishes."
You furrow your brow and turn your head to the side, "Don't genies usually grant three wishes?"
"That's an old wive's tale," responded the misty one, "most genies grant unlimited wishes but your storytellers wanted to keep things limited so they always said three. I would grant you unlimited wishes except that I'm in a hurry. I've been waiting a few thousand years to get out of that lantern. So you have five minutes to come up with five wishes and then I'm outta here." (His accent seemed to change.)
Now suddenly you're in shock. Your mind was totally preoccupied with what was wrong with your life but now suddenly you've got to thing about what you truly want more than anything. You only have five minutes to change your thinking from what was wrong and what you didn't want to what you truly desire more than anything. You don't have much time to think about it. You only have five minutes to come up with your five biggest desires. Can you change your thinking from all the negativity you had been focused on to your five most deepest desires in five minutes?
"Oh, and by the way," the genie added, "your wishes can only be for yourself and not for anyone else."
How do you respond to the genie?
